So the time has come. After wearing a face sweater every day since Thanksgiving of last year, it’s time for it all to come off.
When it came time for me to trim my full beard, my readers voted for the Freebird a little over a month ago. What was supposed to be a goofy weekend experiment turned out to be something I liked.
Instead of shaving it off the following Monday, I wore the Freebird to work for a laugh. Then Monday turned to Tuesday, and Tuesday to Wednesday, April to May, and up until today.
My mother has a big birthday coming up soon, and I didn’t want to be in every photo sporting the Freebird. I didn’t want to look back on her birthday pictures thirty years from now wondering what the fuck I was thinking wearing some inverted pitchfork of facial hair.
So out came the shears, and all bowed down before Beardaggedon.
Last of the Freebird
Barefaced and looking younger
Will I grow the Freebird again? I’m not sure, but I’ll tell you this much: I’m considering letting the stubble get long as soon as I’m back from New York.
Thanks again for voting, we’ll do this again in 2011.